Thanks Barney , a fearless, succinct and sober response to the impossible conundrum of Mary’s death. Like the torturers horse, scratching its innocent behind on a tree, the world goes on – and we are left to make sense as best we can with the tools we have. You’ve given voice to the terrible powerlessness of it. x

Mary….
Haven’t looked at FB much for months then I saw the poem about a girl I knew and my heart skipped a beat and felt like it was breaking a little…..
A beautiful poem about a girl written by someone far more comfortable writing about Led Zeppelin or Mick.
A tall girl with brown hair. I remember the line of her jaw, her smile. She was a lovely girl, beloved by many who had been given the grace to put her hand in someone else’s hand and make them feel they were not alone and never need be again. I was new. She’d been around a while. She was kind to me. I remember thinking all I have to do is stick it out a day at a time and I can be like her.
Happy, living her life as if that life or death decision inside was not even there. You know the one. And making that decision to live one day at a time until one day she didn’t.
I’m glad I knew her – only a little but yes, she was a lovely girl….